And if there is a God
I know he likes to rock
He likes his loud guitars
And his spiders from Mars
And if there is a God
I know she's watching me
She says she likes what she sees
But there's trouble on the breeze
Who are you this time?
Are you one of us flying blind?
Because I'm down here throwing stones
While you're so far from home
And if there is a God
I know they're on TV
The spies with bedroom eyes
That cower in our sky
Who are you, this time?
Are you one of us flying blind?
Because I'm down here throwing stones
While you're so far from home
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